One pair of hands

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One pair of hands, scarred and wrinkled with age,
Shadows of history there, page by page,
Times of hard labour every long day,
Long on the hours, - short on the pay.

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One pair of eyes, that are greying and dim,
With glimpses of mischief still hidden within,
Half secret memories hidden from view,
Many a day, - are remembered anew.

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One loving soul, full of giving and care,
With love that abounds all around, everywhere,
A gentle contentment, and patience to find,
With love, understanding, wise counsel, and pride.

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One beating heart, that forever will sing,
Of the song of his teaching that a lifetime does bring,
And ever the strength, all found to be had,
In this god - given gift, - that we all call. - `OUR DAD`

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Copyright Mick Westwood

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